"I love you, Magdalena MacLeod, I love you and no other woman. I will never give up on you and I will never let you go."

Alena's eyes welled with tears as relief washed over her and she turned her body back to him. "I thought I'd never hear you say that again. Home. I'm home."

"Right where you belong," he whispered heatedly and continued his descent without further interruption. When he made his way back to her hips, her legs parted like the Red Sea and he settled between them a starving man with a steak dinner laid out before him. He dove in greedily lapping up every drop of nectar she had to give him until his thick beard was drenched with her juices. Every sigh, every moan, every soft coo that rose from her throat brought him higher giving him more command over her as her body shuddered and quivered with the thrust of his hand and the deep probing of his tongue. Until she lay panting and breathless with the blanket below them soaked through to the mattress begging him to stop because she couldn't take any more ecstasy.

Ready to sink his throbbing cock deep into her slick hole Ares pushed her knees up as he settled between them. "No," she whispered sweetly, "not yet," Alena licked her lips and opened her mouth slightly, "Please? It's been so long since I tasted you."

Ordinarily on a night such as this Ares wouldn't be selfish with her but since she asked so nicely he crawled up her body with his eyes locked to hers watching the storm grow in those gray eyes. If he let her do this for him then when he finally penetrated her it would last longer. Grabbing hold of the base of his massive cock, he rubbed the tip along her lips. "You want this?"

"Oh, yes, please, my Lord," her mouth opened as her neck strained forward.

He thought of the little Nymph who'd tried to seduce him and then fled screaming into the night and smirked as he chuckled. "No other woman," he promised once more as he rose up to dip his cock into her waiting mouth and slip it down her throat with ease. Just as his eyes started to close and roll back in his head he saw her hands reaching out for the shaft wanting to pump it and grab hold of his heavy balls but they were only able to graze over the happily trail between his taunt stomach and the hot tool sliding in and out of her mouth. Forcing a thick finger into one loop, he freed one hand. Like a magnet to a hunk of steel, it clamped down over his shaft and began working with expert fervor. Although she could free herself now, without permission from her Lord and Husband, Alena left the other wrist straining in its binds scratching and kneading the happy trail she loved so much.